Killing me softly with his song

It’s 11:56 Sunday, the first day of the fall back time change. It’s also day 3 of no gluten or dairy for me. I’m trying to see if going without those for 6 weeks will make any noticeable reduction in my mucous production and congestion. I’ve been wheezing and coughing for a couple months now and it’s exhausting. I finally started taking walk again the last 3 days. For weeks prior I’ve been too short of breath and exhausted from coughing. 

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Monday 10:02 a.m. 

I’ve been cleaning and scrubbing my bathroom. I’m still wheezing, short of breath and sweating. I keep taking little breaks to drink water, wipe the sweat and all that jazz. I’m so sick of congestion! 

I’m done in the bathroom and now I just have to put everything back. After that I’m cleaning the bedroom, then working outside to put the winter cover on the patio umbrella and faucets and put away the patio furniture. Then I’m taking the dog for a walk.  Let’s hope I get it done and don’t faint. 

As expected, the bathroom cleaning job has morphed into doing a whole bunch of related things. It has snowballed and gaining quickly as I roll along. Mike has been on the phone all morning with his siblings. Their mom’s cognitive status is declining fast and she’s need round-the-clock supervision now. She’s starting to wander the neighborhood and forgetting where she is, what time/ day it is. She’s left the gas on her stove numerous times. She’s forgetting to eat and drink. She’s stopped taking her pills. She’s randomly flying into a rage. She’s misplacing money, checks, bills, etc…